Stavanger Bay If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

Julooke smiled and her tail wagged as Thistle came over to check her wounds, giving her a nudge in greeting. She might have been a little too happy about getting the same greeting as Nerian, but, oh well. Julooke was usually happy anyways.

Her eyes stopped just short of bulging out of her skull. She was pregnant?! She could hardly get past the revelation that she had Verrine's pups growing in her belly, when both Thistle and Nerian began saying what they could bring her things to help her symptoms. Julooke sat there, smiling, off in her own little world. She was pregnant. Her gaze moved upwards, to Thistle and then Nerian, and then back to Thistle. I'm pregnant, she said in a happy daze. She hadn't really heard any of the conversation, but she wasn't trying to be rude. She was simply in a glorious shock.

Suddenly, she dipped her head and lifted one front leg to get a better view of her belly. How many do you think are in there? she ask, not directing the question to one particular female. I wonder if they'll be boys or girls. Or both! she said, looking at her belly a little funny. She had never had anything interesting in there before.